This is a song about "Your nan stealing my adidas creps that were 20 pound still"

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

They were my influence to write dope,hard,emotional raps every day

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Aint no escapin my bars pound you on your chest like frustrated retard

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

Take your nan for an instance

She likes the way it hits her lips

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

When my words were aimed at your feet